FReeper Canteen - Tunes For Our Troops - 15 June 2013

Or Troops Rock!!!!!!!!!!! | The Canteen DJ's

[left that other site]

Hi Everybody!

((((HUGS))))

[Publius]

Hey. Good to see ya.

[Kathy in Alaska]

And the Vets, Publius, Hawaii, and Sand take the top three in 12 seconds!!

[luvie]

LOVE YOU CANTEEN DJ'S!!!
Thanks for your hard work!
GodBlessUSA; mylife; AZAmericonnie; Kathy In Alaska; Ms.Behavin;EsmeraldaA; ConorMacNessa;acad1228; LibertyValance; Cindy; Starwise; 50mm; iron munro; publius;
spel_grammer_an_punct_polise
Drumbo (and me)

YOU ROCK OUT LOUD!!
God bless our troops!!!

Thanks for a great thread
and all your hard work, Connie!
BTW...if there are any of you that
can't play tunes any more and want
off this post, please let me know.
OR..if you want on it. :)

[Kathy in Alaska]

Permission Granted!

[left that other site]

Good to see you too!

Just got in from work. (Which consisted of teaching a 10 year old boy how to play those low down dirty blues on his bass guitar.)

[Publius]

ROCKUMENTARY: JUNE 15, 1987

Where were you on Monday, June 15, 1987?

My two years of hiding in the bank holding company ended when most of my enemies were gone, and I got the chance to handle the system testing of a new payroll system. I was back!

Let’s cue the Rockumentary theme!

San Remo Golden Strings: “Festival Time”

Smokey Robinson rolled with the punches and changed with the times. His new sound got him to #10 this week.

Smokey Robinson: “Just to See Her”

[ConorMacNessa]

Thanks very much, Kathy!

***HUGS***



Coming aboard as we speak. Rendering Hand Salutes to our National Colors and to the Officer of the Deck!

"Riamh nár dhruid ó sbairn lann!"

Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)

[Kathy in Alaska]

Internet shutting down in 5...I’m heading home.

[Publius]

Teaching R-rated guitar licks to a ten year old?

Hm-m-m-m...

[luvie]

USAF Concert Band~Armed Forces Medley

WE LOVE YOU ALL!!!



Proper Way To Listen To Classical Music
Video

[Publius]

Hey, Luv.

Good to see you. Any particular theme tonight?

[left that other site]

Notes is Notes.
Riffs is Riffs.
Licks is Licks.

It’s the ATTITUDE that makes ‘em R Rated! LOL

[ConorMacNessa]

Safe journey, Kathy!



"I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."

[Publius]

Bono was making his big splash, and this made it to #9 this week.

U2: “With or Without You”

[luvie]

Colors of Our Lives

Asleep At The Wheel~House of Blue Lights

Use the links at the top of the thread
to purchase music of the artists.

FReepmail or ping any DJ with your requests.

[Liberty Valance]

~ Happy Flag Day ~

Greetings & Salutations to the Troops & the Canteen Crew!
Welcome back to the road warrior Freepers that attended
the Texas Cowboy Memorial Shoot.

TEXAS TORNADOS - UNA MAS CERVESA

[luvie]

Thanks, LV! Ya need to come sometimes! Thank you for working hard here in the Canteen while some of us were gone! :) (as you always do!)

[luvie]

Colors of Our Lives

Frank Black~Violet

Use the links at the top of the thread
to purchase music of the artists.

FReepmail or ping any DJ with your requests.

[ConorMacNessa]

Welcome To All Who Enter This Canteen, To Our Serving Military, To Our Veterans, To All Military Families, To Our FRiends and To Our Allies!



Missing Man Setting

"The Empty Chair"

By Captain Carroll "Lex" Lefon, USN (RET), on December 21st, 2004

"In the wardroom onboard the aircraft carrier from which I recently debarked was a small, round table, with single chair. No one ever sat there, and the reasons, both for the table being there, and for the fact that the chair was always empty, will tell the reader a little bit about who we are as a culture. The wardroom, of course, is where the officers will dine; morning, noon and evening. It is not only a place to eat – it is also a kind of oasis from the sometimes dreary, often difficult exigencies of the service. A place of social discourse, of momentary relief from the burdens of the day. The only things explicitly forbidden by inviolable tradition in the wardroom are the wearing of a cover or sword by an officer not actually on watch, or conversation which touches upon politics or religion. But aboard ships which observe the custom, another implicit taboo concerns the empty chair: No matter how crowded the room, no matter who is waiting to be seated, that chair is never moved, never taken.

The table is by the main entrance to the wardroom. You will see it when you enter, and you will see it when you leave. It draws your eyes because it is meant to. And because it draws your eyes it draws your thoughts. And though it will be there every day for as long as you are at sea, you will look at it every time and your eyes will momentarily grow distant as you think for a moment. As you quietly give thanks.

AS YOU REMEMBER.

The small, round table is covered with a gold linen tablecloth. A single place setting rests there, of fine bone china. A wineglass stands upon the table, inverted, empty. On the dinner plate is a pinch of salt. On the bread plate is a slice of lemon. Besides the plate lies a bible. There is a small vase with a single red rose upon the table. Around the vase is wound a yellow ribbon. There is the empty chair.

We will remember because over the course of our careers, we will have had the opportunity to enjoy many a formal evening of dinner and dancing in the fine company of those with whom we have the honor to serve, and their lovely ladies. And as the night wears on, our faces will in time become flushed with pleasure of each other’s company, with the exertions on the dance floor, with the effects of our libations. But while the feast is still at its best, order will be called to the room – we will be asked to raise our glasses to the empty table, and we will be asked to remember:

The table is round to show our everlasting concern for those who are missing. The single setting reminds us that every one of them went to their fates alone, that every life was unique.

The tablecloth is gold symbolizing the purity of their motives when they answered the call to duty.

The single red rose, displayed in a vase, reminds us of the life of each of the missing, and their loved ones who kept the faith.

The yellow ribbon around the vase symbolizes our continued determination to remember them.

The slice of lemon reminds us of the bitterness of their fate.
The salt symbolizes the tears shed by those who loved them.
The bible represents the faith that sustained them.
The glass is inverted — they cannot share in the toast.
The chair is empty — they are not here. They are missing.

And we will remember, and we will raise our glasses to those who went before us, and who gave all that they had for us. And a part of the flush in our faces will pale as we remember that nothing worth having ever came without a cost. We will remember that many of our brothers and sisters have paid that cost in blood. We will remember that the reckoning is not over.

We many of us will settle with our families into our holiday season, our Christmas season for those who celebrate it, content in our fortune and prosperity. We will meet old friends with smiles and laughter. We will meet our members of our family with hugs. We will eat well, and exchange gifts and raise our glasses to the year passed in gratitude, and to the year to come with hope. We will sleep the sleep of the protected, secure in our homes, secure in our homeland.

But for many families, there will be an empty chair at the table this year. A place that is not filled.

WE SHOULD REMEMBER."

Thanks To Alfa6 For Finding Capt. Lefon's Chronicle Of "The Empty Chair."

Robert Schumann – “Traumerei”
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Never Forget The Brave Men And Women Who Gave Their Lives To Secure Our Freedom!!

"Riamh nár dhruid ó sbairn lann!"

Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)